The Phone Book - Lyrics - Editors

I'm on watch here So close your eyes and get some rest I'm here to watch your heart It's been faulty from the start I'm the ribs in your chest I'm not an angel I never mean to make you cry Jumping through my hoops With dissention in the troops And a smile and a sigh What's that over your shoulder? Fear of getting older Stay with me Sing me a love song From your heart or from the phonebook It don't matter to me I'm an apple, you're the tree I won't fall when you're shook What's that over your shoulder? Fear of getting older Stay with me It ends with a kiss It ends with a tear It ends with the lights out Bathed in our fears Tell me nonsense I don't want sincere I saw the lightning Cut through the last winter sky of the year Stay with me Keep with me